Page 155 of Never Started
And with that, one of his hands tangles in my hair as the other cups my jaw, and his mouth is on mine. I don’t hesitate to open, inviting him in, just as he wastes no time accepting the invitation.
The kiss is filled with everything neither of us is saying, a symbol of me completely giving myself to him and him happily accepting every part of me.
Not breaking our kiss, Jett reaches over, untying my hands one at a time.
I pull back. “What are you doing?”
“Touch me. Now. I need to feel your hands on me.” As soon as the last word slips free, his mouth returns to mine. The kiss is claiming—claiming my heart as his as I happily give it.Finally.
I don’t hesitate. My hands travel down his body, my nails dragging softly across the skin on his back, managing to pull a little groan from him.
“I need you. Now,” he whispers into my mouth, kissing me between each word.
“Take me.”
As if he needs no further encouragement, he pulls away, keeping his eyes heavy on me.
“You don’t have to tell me twice,” he murmurs, grabbing onto each of my legs, rotating me onto my left hip, and draping my right ankle over his shoulder.
He says nothing else, giving no further verbal warnings before the head of his cock taps against my entrance.
His cock slides inside of me, and I swear, I’ve never felt so good. The position he has me in is perfect, hitting the perfect angle each time he thrusts.
“Yes,” I cry out in a moan.
“Perfection,” he murmurs back as he looks down, keeping his eyes focused on where our bodies meet. It’s hot to watch and sends me barreling toward the edge.
He must sense me getting close because he picks up his pace, thrusting harder to the point my legs tremble.
“Fuck, yes, Jett!” I scream, coming apart around his cock, his intent eyes never leaving me.
Slowing his pace, allowing me to catch my breath, he leans in. “Mine?” he asks, as if pleading for it to be true.
“All yours,” I breathe, then pull his mouth to mine.
“What do you mean calm down?” I shout at Jett, beginning to pace the waiting area. “How the fuck am I supposed to calm down? She’s my best friend!”
“What I mean, Beauty, is she’s in labor. She’s not getting mauled by a bear. Asking the nurse for an update every three-point-four seconds isn’t helping.”
I scoff, “The nurse is being a twat-zilla,” then roll my eyes at him dismissively.
“Izabel, you’re a nurse, you know they’re only allowed to—”
“Oh, fuck all that noise. I just want to—”
“Ma’am?” The nurse calls out, the one who's taken my verbal lashings like a champ for the last five hours. Instantly, I spin and run back toward the nurses' station. “You both can come to the back with me now. They’re ready for you.”
I squeal with excitement, turning to Jett, and we both beam with joy. “It’s happening, Jett!”
“It is, Beauty.”
“I wonder if it’s a boy or a girl,” I say quietly as we make our way down the long hallway.
“As long as the baby is healthy, right?”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. I still can’t believe they didn’t want to find out beforehand. I wouldn’t be able to wait.”
We approach room three hundred sixteen, and the nurse softly taps on the door. We wait for a brief moment before Ander steps outside the room, beaming with pride.
